“I’m just trying to make sure you don’t fall, Ma'am.”“Ma'am?”“That’s what most of the housewives I meet like me to call them,” he re...lied, smirking as his wife shook her head at his comment. “Now, you need to put some pressure on the roller to get a good coverage. If you push back into me I’ll make sure you’re in the right position.” As he spoke he slid his hands deeper into her coveralls, down over her flat stomach towards the smooth, waxed mound below. Jennifer didn’t outwardly react, but. For a few minutes we simply rested. My breasts were pressing up against his chest while he massaged my ass. I reached down to gently touch his penis. I wanted it back inside of me. I just couldnt get enough. I sat up again with new energy. His dick was softening a little. That was fixed soon enough as I grinded on it like a stripper. I could feel the blood flowing through it. He loved it when I was on top of him because he got to watch my tits bounce. I held his snake up and let it slither into. ” The smile never left his lips as his fingers tapped along to his words on the helmet he carried. He understood and kindly did not seem to judge.A flock of butterflies busied themselves up and down her torso but a heaviness lingered just below. The war pitting her head against her sex battled in the space in between. She didn’t do “one night stands” and she’d certainly never fucked a stranger. But, my God, if she was going to say, “no,” why didn’t she do it thirty minutes and fifteen miles. Ominously Jane was carrying a video camera, Sarah a ridingcrop and finally Holly came to a halt directly infront of me. Protrudingfrom her gorgeous, black rubber-encased thighs, she was wearing a veryrealistic-looking flesh-coloured strapon.Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of my own image. In themirrors which flanked the three walls of the reception area I could seemy newly feminized self in red silk panties, bra and corset, a big redball-gag in place silencing any muffled protest.